"boom!"

The clear sound of gunfire came from a distance, and the militant who had almost pulled out the TT33 pistol from the holster on his leg also trembled, and the Tianling cover was lifted by the bullet fired from a distance.

The accuracy is pretty good...

Wei Ran muttered to himself, bent down and picked up a robe and handed it to the girl he rescued first. It was indeed a girl, she was probably only sixteen or seventeen years old.

After the girl with a frightened face took over the robe to cover her body, Wei Ran picked up a blanket and handed it to another girl whose face was spattered with blood, and then walked up to the man who was still breathing.

"Sorry, I can't save you." Wei Ran said in French. He really couldn't save the other man. This man looked to be in his forties, and his lungs had been damaged by bullets.

Although he obviously didn't understand what Wei Ran was saying, the man who was about to suffocate stretched out his blood-stained hand with difficulty and touched the bullet casing that had just fallen when Wei Ran fired. He tried his best to look at the two young girls, revealing his

He gave a bright smile that gushed blood, and made a difficult gesture to fire.

With a silent sigh, Wei Ran stood up, decisively turned around and left the building.

After looking around, he took out the flashlight again and flashed a beam of light, then started running again.

Soon after, from the building behind him, two young girls also walked out with guns.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Less than two hundred meters away, in a room of a residential building, a man hiding in the shadows put a leaf of khat grass into his mouth while speaking in Arabic

He was chanting something in a low voice while chasing Wei Ran's back with the scope's lens.

Under his feet, there were also some corpses lying on the floor. Among the corpses were old people, children, men and women. There were also three people who were still alive after being shot, but had their tongues cut out and their limbs broken.

The Falangist members were writhing in pain, their bodies unwilling to control themselves.

In the scope of the SVD sniper rifle in his hand, Wei Ran was quickly wandering around the refugee camp shrouded in flares like a ghost.

Just like Sewing Machine said back then - this kind of environment is more comfortable for him than standing next to the operating table.

"boom!"

Following another gunshot behind him, Wei Ran rolled forward and hid in a dark doorway on the side of the road.

"Plop!"

Almost at the same time as he stabilized his body, a Falangist corpse fell from above his head and hit the street. In his hand, he was holding an AKM ready to fire.

Less than a second later, he heard shouts in Arabic that he didn't understand coming from above his head, followed by the sound of gunfire.

Standing up and wiping the blood that had just been accidentally stained on his hands, Wei Ran looked up and then got into the door next door blocked by the corpse. With the help of the flares raised again and again, he got to the second floor and walked slowly and slowly.

The quiet MP5 he brought with him pulled the trigger at the two live treasures who were hiding by the window and shooting alternately.

"Da da da da!"

The slightly hoarse low sound of shooting ended, and the two Falangists shivered and stopped moving. Wei Ran also felt as if he had been hit with a sap for a long time. He fell softly on his feet and fell to the blood-stained floor, covering his head.

Resisting the feeling of brain failure that he thought would never happen again.

After about half a minute, Wei Ran stood up unsteadily, then held on to the table and vomited out his dinner with a "vomit" sound.

Wiping his mouth randomly, he took out the kettle and took a sip of water that still smelled of red wine, rinsed his mouth, spit it out and walked to the side of the two corpses.

After briefly flipping over the weapons on their bodies, Wei Ran pushed the two men out of the window one by one.

"Plop! Plop!"

Along with the sound of two heavy objects falling to the ground, Wei Ran took out the flashlight again and shook it quickly.

After shaking his still dizzy brain, Wei Ran quickly went downstairs and left. This time, not long after he walked along the street, he heard a woman desperately begging to let her husband go - she

It was in Arabic, Arabic that Weiran could understand.

“I don’t know if I can be rewarded with an extra language pack for over-fulfilling the task...”

Wei Ran murmured in his mind, raised his gun, and pulled the trigger at a Falangist who was leading a man with a gun toward the street!

"Snapped!"

Amid the inconspicuous gunshots, the Falange member's feet simply went limp and stopped moving. The man he was escorting also paused for a brief moment before bending down to pick up his weapon and rush back home.

"Da da da!"

Almost as Wei Ran was about to run over, fierce firefights and screams came from that house, and from other surrounding houses, spears escorting "sinners" emerged one after another.

Party militants!

broken...
Chapter completed!